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Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
Your eyes are lit up sliver,
With the cool glow of tinfoil stars,
Entranced I dream to grab your hand,
And fly to our rusty button mars,
Through skies jeweled with bottle caps, paper scraps,
And all things unknowingly sentimental

Tonight will be ours,
As we whizz through the junkyard sky,
Our hands laced together,
This galaxy is for just you and I
Another poem about the sky... :)
Skye Marshmallow Jan 2018
Dark stripey laminate
Sits comfortably underneath us
As we paint out a million colours
Into the dimly lit air
Silent tears roll off rosy cheeks
Yet somehow they are met
By the realness of happy smiles

We talk for what feels like hours
We talk about love
We talk about hate
We talk about monsters we haven't shared before

By the end
We are floating
Feather light from the weights we have shed
We grab our hands tight together and
Fly off to the stripey duvets next door
Written about one of my favourite memories. Thank you mercury and Saturn. You mean the solor system to me. :)
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
Distorted thoughts,
Amplified by the darkness,
Growing loud in sound,
And further away,
From what's real,
But you
            don't
                   know,
The label you put,
On the old sliver mirror,
Is somehow an illusion,
Tonight,
Everything is bright,
Everything is scary,
Everything is endless

What was once simple,
Is now a world of worry,
Stress sprouting like trees,
From the overgrown garden,
That is your tired mind,
It tries to run,
Exhausted from trips,
To the shadowy spots in your head,
Right now,
Everything is blinding,
Everything is terrifying,
Everything is endless

Shaking,
Mind racing so fast,
It could out speed a race car,
But not before your heart and lungs,
Win first and second prize,
And they all stand on a podium,
Over looking your sanity,
Now,
Everything is here,
Everything is now,
Everything is endless.
Skye Marshmallow Apr 2018
I'm bitter lemons
I beg, drown me in sugar
Make me lemonade
Haiku no.2, turn my tears to lemonade
Skye Marshmallow Feb 2018
Little one, I thank the world you were found
Without you here I was so lost
My feet never belonged so firmly on the ground
You always knew that little one

The monochrome world wears black
They mourn you there
Sigh sadly, wipe tears and look back
They grieve for you little one

You colour in my dreams
You are wishing on birthday candles
The world isn't always as it seems
So you make it bigger little one

I always see you in the sky
In strokes of orange and swirls of pink
You are the passion burning in their eyes
Don't let them forget you little one.
Part 3
Skye Marshmallow Oct 2017
Tired eyes
Tired tongue
Blatant lies
Heart numb
Love me now
Love me never
Think I know
You'll choose the latter
Teenage angst
Skye Marshmallow Oct 2017
I feel comfort in the familiarity
Of being lost
Peculiar in its irony
Its definition reversed by my falling in love
With the freedom of not being found
Sometimes it's more peaceful
Living quietly without the sound
Of homesickness in your ear
Eyes wistfully on the clouds
Thoughts pondering in head
Soft promises vowed
To a place not seen again
It feels to me like exciting exploration
Sights locked in mind
All these complex illustrations
Of trees, streams, crumbling walls
That otherwise would of went unseen
All these beautiful kingdoms
Adorned by the falling leaves
Of this year's autumn
How could I not fall for that?
Skye Marshmallow Apr 2018
I'll paint my ceiling lilac
Make it twinkle with flashlight stars
I'll build a cardboard spaceship
We can fly to our orange peel mars
You'll call me your astronaut
As I pull you up to the swirling sky
Explore every marshmallow whirl
As I fall for your acorn eyes
Our bodies will be constellations
Limbs and breaths intertwined
Our souls are dot-to-dots connected
Heartbeats rhymth aligned
I painted this dream for us
Used a palette made for you and I
Every brushstroke will be worth it
You're my favourite lullaby
Skye Marshmallow Nov 2017
"Why does he hit us?"
Her quiet voice murmured
Into the absolute black
Silently I lay back
"I don't know Rose"
I dared to breathe

Later that night
We played make believe
Of a magical fairy land
Where we galloped free as
My eyelids slipped, I wished
So hard for it to come true

Instead I awoke
Tangled in salty sheets
Clinging tight to my baby sister
Who lay still, happy
In our dreams
Maybe it was best not to wake her
Story.
Skye Marshmallow Mar 2018
Maybe
It was the way
Your neon eyes
Lit up in mine
And the world
Glowed a
Kaleidoscope of
Rainbow colours

Maybe
It was being
Wrapped in your
Bronze arms
And feeling so
Very safe
So warm
Next to you

Maybe
It was grey tears
Comforted by your
Soothing voice
That cheers me on
Rubbing out the dull
Rendering me
Sunshine yellow

Maybe
It was being
Called beautiful
Because I was like
Poetry and sunsets
Great towering mountains
Pretty just
Didn't do justice

Maybe
It was our
Midnight phone calls
And feeling like
I could scrape the
Deep blue canvas sky
And twirl amoung
The blinking stars

Maybe
It was all of it
Mixed like
Paint on an
Artists palette
Pinks, reds, oranges,
Spelling out a lone word
Love.
To be young and in love.
Skye Marshmallow Aug 2017
A cinema of films,
Conjured up by the mind,
A place to live in,
Whilst you leave today's life behind
A castle coated in gold,
A drawing done in sliver,
A place were stories are told,
Only in the good light

An escape route from reality,
Who wants to think,
Of your present responsibilities,
Let'***** the rewind button,
You can always delve deeper,
When in the past and,
Life is always sweeter,
When the bitter is removed.
Skye Marshmallow Jan 2018
Canyons of deep purple
Echoing with silent cries
So much grief, so much hardship
Hidden beneath happy eyes

It's a muted colour, often unnoticed
Bold colours are so much nicer and easier to see
Beautiful and happy
Life filled and free

Its the undertones that build up the bright
Mould the landscapes
The mountains and vallies of who we are
It's there swirling brushstrokes that outline our shape

Though they are layered over
With the thick oil paint smiles
They are still real, still raw
The base coat for all life trials
I'm back! Sorry I haven't posted in while, the site wasn't working for me. Happy New Year!. Skye:)
Skye Marshmallow Oct 2017
Alone I loathe all these
Blue memories
Of hard days
In a cold place
Feeling there is
No
Escape

Empty smiles
Waiting for love
Behind tinted eyes
Swimming in the endless
Nothing of
Stale
Air

This is what I call
The hidden colours
Of my life
All I need is someone
To hold tight onto my
Alien
Hands
I looked in my words and made a poem with the first four lines. Cheery stuff
Skye Marshmallow Nov 2017
We sat
Me and him
A table between us
Its funny how we weren't
Even next to one another yet
I felt closer than I ever
Had before

We shared
A million memories
Childhood's present and past
Danced vividly, alive in his and my
Nostalgically saturated eyes
I thoughtlessly giggled
Carelessly happy

He spoke
Out words the
Colour of a beautiful rainbow
I'd never saw in him before
He smiled and for the
First time in years
I felt safe.
Dinner time chats.
Skye Marshmallow May 2018
Denial.
Slips like smooth ice
Into a delicate mind
Freezes over the wound
Numbs the pain
Til it's only dull and
You can forget
Everything that hurts,
Just for a moment
Let's play pretend
Paint a freezeframe
Of grey emotions
It feels better than
Red and blue.
Part one in a emotion filled, quick write series.
Skye Marshmallow Jan 2018
We swim only in shallow waters
Breakable limbs scrapping the surface
Of the thousand mile deep oceans
The bottom layers are wordless
You never cared enough to explore

Sunlight shines so scarely
Only illuminating what we want to see
Somehow we keep up it's illusion
It's all we've ever tried to believe
You never dared enough to explore

Waves roll over the turquoise surface
Their familiar motion puts a mind at ease
Big ones crash down, calm is disturbed
This is when we choose to leave
You never loved enough to endure.
Mystery.
Skye Marshmallow Oct 2017
The walls are white
The floor is blue
The sky not quite above
Me and you
Just a panel away
Everybody else sits
So completely okay
An inch becomes a mile
The door a barrier
Between us and happy smiles

Curled up so small I unleash
A monster so big
Answering anxieties call
In everyway
It's told not to
Beside me you slash away at
The scary monster
Whipping it with words
Comforting hand squeezes
And cries of favourite bands

We're lead to a cave
Not trapping of us
But of the world
Saving us from
Outside these paper walls
We colour them in
Til ours pencils are blunt
And our eyes
Dry from the tears
That spill our fears out to the open.
Thank you, you. :)
Skye Marshmallow Aug 2017
My feet buzz againest the hard wood floor,
They want to escape,
They dream of more,
Than this grey skies uniformity

They want to pitter patter,
Againest alien surfaces,
They want to know what matters,
The most in this misty life.

They want to live their fantasies,
They want clarity,
To have a monochrome rainbow,
As their reality

They want to splash though an icy river,
That carries joyous smiles,
And less than carefully calculated,
Phone dials

They want the moonlight,
To bonce off their paper skin,
To be able to make memories,
To share with kin

They want to tip toe,
Up creaky stairs,
To bring best friends up,
To their sunshine lairs

They want to fall in love with the certainty,
That tommorrow brings,
Another day unfolding just as perfectly,
As the last
Skye Marshmallow Apr 2018
I'll make the oceans sing
Your name and kiss the
Ivory sands with love
Not yet bittered by
The salt that runs
Deep in the weeping
Blue beauty
That rumbles under
My striking thunder
Skye Marshmallow Apr 2019
Do you always speak in poetry?
...
Steamy breath swirls in the
Stagnant air, my hair hangs
Dusty smudges itching
Under paper skin
...
No, I breathed
...
Eyes shut, eyes open
The words dance, I hear their
Ethereal whispers, muffled
By masks and heavy cloaks
...
I miss you.
I miss you poetry, it's been a long time since I've actively been writing and something a friend said to me really sparked a flame in me again.
Skye Marshmallow Jan 2018
Twinkling specks of silver surround us
On this bitter, January night
Our docs battle through powdered snow
As we swim across the sea of white

Fire burns warm in Tess' eyes
As a smile catches across her lips
The magical flames fliker bright
At the touch of her fingertips

We applaud as it performs for us
It's a dancing red lady
Teasing the twigs and sparkling sticks
It's allure drives the forest crazy

As time cartwheels fast ahead
Our beloved crimson mistress dies
Though this little evening adventure
Has made us feel, so very alive.
Evening adventures :)
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
The sweet song of laughter,
Flows into my ears,
The aged red hue of my mates battered baseball boots,
Crosses my wide opened eyes.

A smiles sits painted on my lips,
In every colour of my own personal rainbow,
And my feet dance carelessly,
Across the fields of overgrown grass.

My heart beats fast,
Pound pound pound,
As I skip foward,
Arms locked in my giggle fueled friends.

I feel so free,
Like a bird scraping the horizon,
Like a balloon set loose,
To the endless blue of the daytime skies

We cheep and chirp,
Out our songs of the future,
Days we can truly conquer,
More than our own small worlds

As the sun sets low,
Ink begins to pour out onto our skies,
I sigh happily,
I've fallen in love with my Saturday nights.
Something a little different to my normal stuff
Skye Marshmallow Feb 2018
Maybe it was the very first time
But it haunts me as though
It has happened a million before
From when we are young it sews
Itself into the very fabric of who we are told to be

I took a hit.
Laughter trickled round my ears
Jeers and shouts stalking me
As I walked away, fear building
As I held myself back from retreat.

Behind my eyes flashed up
A drunken stranger making me feel small
I was only 10 years old
But after me they yelled out catcalls
I rushed away, trying anything to forget

Now I am older,
Nothing has changed
Except now I know not to walk alone
And keep off evening trains
If I want to remain innocent and unbothered

I am not alone in this
We exchange these familiar tales
Softly speaking out what we hide
We fast learn it comes with being female
We stay silent to keep our pride.
For the females. It shouldn't have to be this way.
Skye Marshmallow Aug 2017
I struggle to remember,
Just when it fell from my grasp,
The moment it slipped away,
Becoming something of the past

Maybe the noose was always there,
Just never tight enough to feel,
Maybe it just sat there,
Waiting for it's grand reveal

But now it strains hard upon my neck,
Making me choke on every word,
Now I use my silent voice,
Even though it's begging to be heard

It kills me to speak loud and clear,
My body rises in rebellion,
And my mind complys wordlessly,
Terrified of heaven.
Skye Marshmallow Oct 2017
Eyelids sink like a ship
Down to the bottom of a navy ocean
Careless and broken
No hope of being fixed

Limbs sprawl across filthy sheets
Crimson splattered in the background
This is a crimeless crime scene
No sirens make a sound

Head treds through thick fog
Tired of wasted effort
No energy to be given out
Only the constant unwanted cycle of dark thoughts
Skye Marshmallow Jun 2018
Watching your smile
Listening to your
Shiny golden laugh
It's all yellow.
Wildflower meadows
Sunsets on beaches
Endless sunny days
The world melting
Like icecream in the heat
Sticky and sweet
Swimming in thick syrup
So tiring, just like
Painting a perfect grin
Sometimes,
I see the blue.
Part 3. Thoughts apprieated.
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
The sound of sitting in the cold,
Arms locked tight together,
Nor lies or truths are told,
In the silence of tonight

The comfort of hip to hip bindings,
Of breathes tangled together as one,
Of reluctant tears streaming down battered cheeks,
Of smiles about to come

The quiet warmth of a hug,
So fitting to this loud moment,
And the clasp of a hand tugging,
On old, colour faded, hoodie strings

The glowing of the street lamps,
Lighting up our once grey faces,
Showing it's stamp in silence,
Love need not have a voice
Skye Marshmallow Jun 2018
Flash.
A gleaming smile
Teeth made of pearls
Cold to the touch
I miss the warmth
That used to heat
Those lips, steel now
Metallic and bitter
An alien in armour
So thick it will
Resist my candle
Wax heart
I never said but
It won't melt on
It's own.
Part 2.
Skye Marshmallow Oct 2017
These stormy days
The blue rain falls fast
Wind cackles wicked
And fading naive smiles never last
The water wildly rages down stream
Washing over my cracked skin
All the feelings; felt at once
Sorrow be my twin

A voice trembles in the distance
In the cave of my broken mind
I cannot understand its words
They are beautiful but I am blind
Take me far away
From this bleak, cloudy place
Take me to the quiet darkness
Let the bitter end see my face...
Skye Marshmallow Nov 2017
I stare at you
To my eyes you are foreign
You've changed so much
I have finally forgotten
Who you used to be

Years in the making
Yet days in the breaking
You've finally faded away

Time has come between us
Too many days you spent
Angrily humming out a tune of broken friendship
Too long you leant on a discord
Letting closeness lose its grip

My photographs are the only reminder
That you weren't always this way
This moment I see a stranger
A different person everyday
But in them I see my friend
It's in the memories she stays
Skye Marshmallow Oct 2017
You twinkling eyes stare me down
Crying invisible tears of pity
You place your fading hand in mine
This is sympathy
I can't control my urge to flea
Your bleeding pupils hounding me
All I want is to escape
To a monochrome normality
That soft smile sickens me
I need fresh air
Away from concerned faces
Though they care
I can't help but feel
I am lesser

I'm isolated in this eggshell field
A barren land filled with people
They wield their swords of saviour
Dancing round my every sniffle
I feel chained down by their love
Suffocated by every fleeting word
Drowning in the sound of sympathy
I'd give anything to take back the day
That they found that I'm
Not quite okay because
They never listen now
When I say that
I am
Skye Marshmallow Oct 2017
Back and forth 
Battered ball flys 
Launched from a cheap
Plywood bat 
Expected eyes follow on
Full of hope, crying
For their own

Players tense
As ball sails low
From left to right
To and fro
Loosening only when
It goes fast off the
Other side of the table

This is much more
Than just a game
This is wrong and right
Black and white
This is who to blame
When the real game
Goes to ****.
Back from my short break!
Skye Marshmallow Aug 2017
Again the minor tune of the bickering begins,
Sitting stagnant in the air around,
Slowing sinking into the walls,
Clinging to the structure and sticking to the ground

A wet cloth on butterflies once so eager,
Now they sit dormant waiting to fly,
Knowing not if they will be called upon,
Just sitting waiting to die

Bitterness flows through the air again,
Replacing something once so sweet,
Oh how I used to cherish you,
In the days before our lens went bleak

We used to laugh so joyously,
Smiles dancing on our lips,
Before the fruit went sour,
Before disaster hit

These days love seems but a memory,
Drifting far from shore,
Back then I was so happy,
But now I pine for more

Trapped in the house of misery,
Softly I begin to cry,
Quietly I'm mourning,
The death of the butterflies.
One of two
Skye Marshmallow Aug 2017
The enemy angrily blasts it's guns,
Carelessly littering the battlefield,
As troops slowly creep foward

The blasting of every bullet,
Sends each solider to cling tighter,
To the untruthful idea of eternity

As if they could steal a forevermore,
With a metallic grasp,
Or even theif but one more breath

But at the blood red hands,
Of the envitable enemy,
They can never win

Whether they are gunned down in an instant,
Or slowly torn apart,
The enemy will triamph

We will all join the army of the fallen.
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
Stare up,
I see escape,
A universe,
Overflowing with,
A million curiosities,
Waiting to be found.

Stare up,
I see beauty,
A whirlpool,
Of pretty fairylights,
Dotted on the ink,
Soaked sky.

Stare up,
I see wishes,
The eyes of,
A hopeful child,
Who believes in,
The night time magic.

Stare up,
I see home,
A place I belong,
Even if I,
Am an alien to,
Them.
Skye Marshmallow Jan 2018
The upbeat tune backs a million journies
It comes from a battered piano and
The fingers of an old eccentric man
Who's smile lights the biggest room

Passersby share this magic with him
Their business paused for just a moment
They let the rhythm dance inside of them
Lit up from the happy notes

Tonight they will share folk tales
Of the smiling silver wonder
Tommorow he will return
To again colour the keys of the piano
Quick write inspired by a station in London.
Skye Marshmallow Jan 2018
The ghost of joyous bells ring out
Celebrating the turn of the millenium
Billions of absent voices shout
Into the skeleton of a past society

Dreams lie shattered
In the derelict, guilty future
Memories lie scattered
In piles of grey powder ash

Pools of radioactive water gather
In the stillness of great craters
Here once stood amazing things but after
Only gaping black pits in the shadows

Specks of dust are hunted down
By the relentless shine of the burning sun
They helplessly drown in the sticky air
Of the quietly infinite emptiness

This is the graveyard
Dug by the mightiness of human greed
The earth will be forever scarred and
We have only ourselves to blame.
We need to change!
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
A look down upon,
A once joyful photograph,
Now locked down by,
A shattered pain of glass,
I smile,
Even though I'm in pain,
Staring at tainted memories,
Whilst walking through the rain,
I thought you were sunshine,
Before I knew the definition,
Know I understand,
You were toxic all this time.

A melancholic feeling,
Washes over me,
Now I know you were stealing,
The meaning of happiness,
And replacing it with self loathing
And self doubt,
You were all I had,
I didn't know what without you,
Looked like,
So like the trees,
I tried desperately to hold on,
To golden leaves already fallen.

I know I need to let go,
You make my world duller,
But you are still my black and white,
Even if my world has colour,
It's difficult to let you fall,
I know that it might break you,
And I don't want shatter your bones,
Even if you broke,
My patchwork, beating heart.
To the not so nice friendships.
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
The insistent whirr of the washing machine,
Cycling round and round,
Soapy water wiping away what remains of yesterday,

Striving to achieve perfection,
Through the shirt so white,
That no-one will notice the fake smile,
A pair of jeans that are glistening,
Absent of tear stains,

A washing machine that washes away the insecurities,
On the surface,
Cause no matter how hard you try,
Your insides won't go in,

You can't clean away your evening cry,
Or the voices driving you down,
Just got to cover, cover, cover,
Till there's nothing left to hide,

Till your insides have been grinded away,
With the insistent whirr of the washing machine
Skye Marshmallow Dec 2017
There is something so distinctly vulnerable
About the naked trees in a winter forest
Hugging tight as one againest the frosty mornings
Whilst the christmas robins sing out their chorus

Scars exposed, out in the open
Pain not hidden but highlighted
Through the beautiful intertwining of branches
Their freedom no longer blighted
Skye Marshmallow Feb 2018
I miss you
Your welcoming embrace
The way the words used to flow so effortlessly
Your smile brightening my face

I used to see you so often
Everyday we would meet
We laughed, we loved
Every word we shared was sweet

Now you seem so distant
I can't express my thoughts to you
Once familiar, now a stranger
You're not the person I once knew

You made the bad beautiful
Transformed it all into art
With you I shared all my secrets
Poured out all of my heart

I wish in every star
For you to come home
Poetry, I miss you dearly
You're love I've never known
Writers block
Skye Marshmallow Sep 2017
Standing there,
Light bouncing gracefully,
Off your auburn hair,
You are more than I could ever imagine,
You might be when we first met,
But now you're here,
And I let you have all my secrets without a thought

You are never far, always near
In case I ever (always) need you,
You don't tell me you love me,
And nor do I to you,
Simply because we don't need words to see it

We fight for each other,
Defend till the very last breath,
And cover the charcoal tracks,
Of acts maybe we shouldn't of commit,
We gift each other with smiles and laughter,
And acts of care not visible to the passerby,
But that can be seen bright and colourful in our eyes

We share endless calls sitting on bedroom floors,
Scattered with reminders of each others presence,
Lent books, borrowed clothes and past birthday presents,
All coloured in by you

You're not a loud bang of care,
But a quiet friend who is always there,
Whether I need you deperately or not,
So don't think you'll ever be forgot,
By those who paint in gold,
And who's love is told,
Because though they are magical,
And light up unknown fires inside of me,
You will always be the glowing orange,
And even in the background,
I'll still hear you just as loud.
An ode to the old friends...
Skye Marshmallow May 2018
We are all silhouettes
Wrapped in the tapestry
Of a blooming night
Outlines etched messily
Into a cotton wool sky
Beautifully imperfect
A stray wisp illuminates
Sings sweet like our
Honey bee laughs
We smile, always
Endlessly sunshine yellow
For here we are youth
Wild like dandelions
Rebelling against being
A common flower
We paint the word ****
In shining glitter
Send it to outer space in
A paper airplane
Then dance on crazily
Like the night is infinite
Dreaming for a forever
Something a bit different

— The End —